Looks like Lu Ming really isn't coming today.
Jing Yiren didn't want Lu Ming to be too exhausted, yet deep inside, she was full of anticipation for him to come—it was truly conflicting.
Jing Yiren replied: [Oh!]
Then Lu Ming sent back a smiley face emoji.
"..." It's good if he doesn't come. If he doesn't come, Lu Ming can go home earlier and get a proper night's sleep.
With that thought, Jing Yiren placed her phone aside, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in boredom.
Seeing Jing Yiren's clearly unhappy expression, Sister Qiu leaned over from her own bed, stretched out her arm, grabbed one of the purple roses Lu Ming had sent yesterday from the middle of the bedside table, and playfully tossed it at Jing Yiren.
Suddenly feeling something light hit her, Jing Yiren lowered her gaze in confusion, looking at the flower Sister Qiu had flung at her.
She asked in bewilderment, "What are you doing?"
